


Made to Find You

by Sams_Princess



Category: Supernatural
Genre: Abusive Relationships, Alternate Universe, Angel Dean Winchester, Angel Sam Winchester, Angel Wings, Angels, Angst, Archangel Castiel (Supernatural), Arranged Marriage, Castiel is an archangel with a curse, Curses, Destiel - Freeform, Dom/sub Undertones, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, Finding You, First Love, Forbidden Love, Heaven & Hell, Heaven and Hell, Human Dean, Hurt, I'm not sure how to tag this, Immortal Castiel, Jealous Michael, Light Dom/sub, M/M, Major character death - Freeform, True Love, Violence, a curse that sees his true love scattered through multiple times and places, but like, not dead dead, only 'supernatural' dead
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2018-05-02
Updated: 2018-05-10
Packaged: 2019-05-01 05:32:44
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,649
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14513613
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Sams_Princess/pseuds/Sams_Princess
Summary: They meet once, and Dean’s his neighbour.They meet again, and Dean’s purchasing some groceries at the store he works at.They meet a third time, during WWII.They meet a forth time, and Dean’s his patient at the hospital.They meet a thousand times, over and over again; each time different, each time special.Sometimes, Castiel finds him first; but other times Dean finds him.Castiel doesn’t know what, if anything will break their never-ending curse. But he’s going to keep searching Dean out across history until he works it out.No matter how many times he finds Dean, nothing beats the feeling of falling in love with him for the first time, all over again.





	1. Prologue

**Author's Note:**

> I should probably stop starting new fics!! But this one has been promised for a while, and I've been planning it all out carefully. I finally got round to writing a prologue to this, so let me know what you think!!  
> The backstory will come over the next couple of chapters!!
> 
> I had found the prompt for this story before I found this [song](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsnqiCnTuiw). Please check it out if you like, it's very applicable for this story!! <3
> 
> THIS STORY IS NOT ALL HEARTS AND FLOWERS. PLEASE HEAD THE TAGS.

** Made to Find You – Prologue **

It was a Friday afternoon.

The sun was high, yet there was a definite chill in the air. February was just about fading away, along with the wintery weather, and people were getting ready to welcome in the spring.

On a normal day, the local café could draw in a decent sized crowd. Today though, the sun seemed to be sending rays of encouragement and the café seemed busier than it had in months.

The atmosphere was nice, a loud ringing of chatter surrounded the place, along with the enticing aromas of warm, home-cooked food. There was some cheesy, pop music playing through the tangy speakers and the staff appeared to waltz around the room taking orders and wiping tables with huge contagious smiles on their faces.

It was a nice place to come, and to watch. A nice place to wait.

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

There was a man. He was tall. And he was beautiful.

His stunning green irises shone and his lips twisted upwards in a smirk when the other man sat at the table looked up at him and blinked slowly.

It was him. It had been almost 8 months; but it was really him!

Castiel couldn’t help the smile that slowly took over his face, as he shyly looked back down at his empty coffee cup.

“Does that line usually work?” He asked light-heartedly, looking back up at the man with a tilt of his head.

The man’s smirk didn’t drop as he casually shrugged.

“Only on the gorgeous ones.”

Castiel scoffed, before laughing at the man’s confidence. His tongue came out to wet his suddenly dry lips as he motioned to the seat opposite him, inviting the other man to sit down.

“Thanks,” The man beamed as he slid into the booth. He put his take-out cup on the table in front of him. “The name’s Dean.”

 _I know._ Castiel wanted to say. But he couldn’t.

“Castiel,” He mumbled shyly instead, offering a small smile as their eyes caught.

Castiel could feel it. His grace. It was calling desperately for Dean’s; for its love. But there was no grace to call to.


	2. Chapter 1 - Archangels

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Okay guys!! Updated tags!!  
> There is violence in this story guys, and an abuisve relationship (not between Castiel and Dean). There are slight dom/sub undertones too. Hurt and angst ahead as well.  
> Please, if any of this squeaks you out, please press the back button.  
> This is a warning.  
> Thank you for understnading.  
> -X-  
> This is the beginning of the story; not just literally, but it is the history of the story and how Dean and Cas came to be!! I hope it makes sense and you enjoy it!! I know there is probably a tonne of mistakes, but I am going to go through and edit it either later tonight or tomorrow!!

** Chapter 1 **

It was late.

Dean knew that. He wasn’t going to even deny it. And he had to get up early tomorrow for some stupid thing. But he wouldn’t let himself think about it and ruin his good mood. He had just had a brilliant evening with Cas and he was currently soaring; on cloud nine as the humans would call it.

Cas had taken him out of the castle. With their hands intertwined, Cas had led them walking up Amara’s Hill. It was a long old trek, and Dean had always flown to the top if he needed to get there, but Cas made them walk. And it was nice. The moon was high and the stars bright; the stars in heaven were beautiful, but not as beautiful as the Earth stars. But then, even the Earth stars couldn’t compare to Cas’ beauty. When Dean had told the other angel so, Cas had laughed and called him a sap, but when the dark-haired angel’s wings rose high in delight, Dean knew that his compliment had been well received and he himself preened with this knowledge.

When they finally reached the top of the hill, Cas pulled a picnic blanket and basket out of no where and set them up. Together they sat and munched their way through the goodies and drank the wine as they cuddled and chatted and dreamed; dreamed of what could be but never would be. They watched the stars, recalling the beginnings of each one.

And when all the food had gone, Dean had told Cas that he was still hungry, and the youngest archangel went to conjure up some more food for them, until Dean told Cas what he was really _hungry_ for.

It had been a wonderful night that Dean wanted to live over and over again, wishing it could loop forever. He would never bore of it.

But, as they say, all good things must come to an end. And so did their evening.

When they eventually returned to the castle, they had to go their separate ways. But they shared one final kiss between them before they drifted apart, bidding each other good night and sweet dreams. When Dean had expressed how he didn’t want to leave Cas, Cas promised to meet him in his dreams and Dean got to call Cas the sappy one before they said their final goodbye of the night.

And now, as Dean waltzed down the corridor of his wing, he realised how truly blessed he was. Of all angels, Castiel was the one he loved, and the archangel actually loved him back. And the archangel and just taken him on the best date he had ever had the pleasure to be taken on.

He was so happy, so pleased; so in love. He hummed to himself, a huge smile on his face and he quietly pressed open the door to his bedroom.

He continued to hum his song of love, having not even sensed the other presence in the room like he should have, completely caught up in his own mind, his own world where the only thing that mattered was him and Cas.

But he was quickly brought back to reality when the light flicked on.

He froze. His heart stopped. He ceased his humming.

“Where. Have. You. Been?”

Dean swallowed around the lump of fear in his throat. The hairs at the nape of his neck were stood on end and his palms were sweaty.

No. Oh no. This was _not_ good. Not by a long shot.

Slowly, Dean turned around and faced the angel, that he could now sense surrounding him, suffocating him.

“Mikey,” Dean breathed, trying and failing to keep the horror out of his voice. “You… you’re home early.”

The angel wasn’t just anyone. He was an archangel; the eldest. He was the ruler of heaven. He was Castiel’s brother. He was Dean’s fiancé; his future mate. He was a jealous, possessive bastard. And he was so, so angry right now.

The archangel Michael stood up, making himself tall and spanning his pure white wings wide and high, letting Dean know just how much trouble he was currently in.

Dean obediently dropped his eyes and let his wings droop as well. No point in posturing right now when all it was going to do was get him into even more trouble than he already was.

Whatever was about to happen, it wasn’t going to be good.

“My trip came to an early finish,” Michael explained, voice tight as he took a single step towards his betrothed. “And not a moment too soon, I see. Again; where. Have you. Been?”

“I…” Dean stumbled, trying to quickly think of an excuse; anything besides the truth. He was usually quite good at picking out something believable without a second thought; but finding Michael in their room so unexpectedly when he should have been away on his business trip for another 3 days threw him and made him draw a blank.

“Dean,” Michael warned, saying nothing.

Dean breathed low and slow, trying to calm his racing heart some, and failing. He had a plan, but he _did not_ like it one little bit. But if it saved Cas from the wrath of his brother, Dean would do anything.

“How long have you been home?” Dean asked, tilting his head slightly, and biting his lip sensually in the way that he knew Michael liked.

“Long enough to notice your absence,” Michael snapped, crossing his arms.

“Oh Mikey, please don’t be mad,” Dean whined, pouting. He slowly started to make his way towards the archangel, making sure to keep his wings lowered submissively and apologetically. “I was only down in the kitchen, grabbing some pie. I was hungry.”

As he said this, he reached his hands up to cradle Michael’s face.

He had expected Michael’s sharp edge to smooth with the touch, but it didn’t. It only hardened.

Michael moved lightening fast, and Dean hadn’t actually realised he had moved until Michael was clutching his wrists in his own hands tightly to the point that Dean knew there were going to be bruises in the morning.

“You think I don’t know what you’ve been doing? Where you’ve been? With whom?” Michael hissed, his face showing real anger. Dean did not like that one bit; he had never seen him this angry before and he dreaded to think what was going to happen because of it.

“Mikey; I told you,” Dean tried again, although he could hear the anxiety in his own tone and knew he wasn’t falling anybody. “I was in the kitchen getting pie.”

“I can smell him all over you,” Michael spat and dragged Dean closer, crushing him against his chest as he scented the over angel, wanting to rid Dean of the awful angel stench he was carrying.

“Mikey,” Dean grunted, but he didn’t protest. Hopefully he could keep him busy and keep him away from Cas.

Michael traced his hands all over Dean’s body, following the movements that Castiel’s own hands had made as if Cas had left a trail of breadcrumbs for him to find. Dean hated it, but he put up with it, knowing that there were worse things those hands could have been doing.

Despite how much Dean hated, it all seemed to be going relatively okay. Okay that is, until Michael’s hands slipped past his hips and teased over his ass.

 _Oh fuck_.

“Mikey,” Dean hushed, desperately, acting without thinking. He lifted his hands and cradled Michael’s face again. “Mikey, look at me.”

Michael didn’t.

“I’m going to kill him!” He roared, pushing Dean behind him and flying towards the door. He wings were raised in dominance, ready to fight and Dean panicked.

“NO!” Dean screamed in utter fear. He scrambled to push himself up and onto his feet the second he realised what was happening and just where Michael was heading. Michael’s grace washed over him as he made to go after his future husband, forcing him back over. Dean cursed and struggled, calling Michael every name under the sun.

Apparently though, Michael had left in such a flurry of anger that he hadn’t made sure that his grace was as tight as he believed it to be. As soon as he was down the corridor, Dean was able to slip free and fly after him. He could only hope that he could fly to Castiel’s room before Michael got there; although it just wasn’t possible.

Dean made it just in time to see Michael ripping Castiel from his bed and slamming him across the room.

“Cas!” Dean shouted in panic, making a move to run to his lover on instinct, but he was stopped by his own dosing of Michael’s grace.

“You!” Michael spat, turning all fury on Dean for a moment. “Are in enough trouble as it is! You will do well to heed me!”

“You asshole!” Dean cried, fighting the grace bonds, his own grace trying to loosen the grip. Cas was coughing and spluttering, and Dean knew that Cas’ wing tip wasn’t supposed to look like that. “Look at him! Cas! Cas!”

Michael threw another dose of grace at Dean and affectively silenced him.

Cas pushed himself up and slowly got to his feet. He turned to face his brother, spitting a mouthful of blood as he did. He knew why Michael was here, although he was surprised to see him as he was sure he was supposed to be on a business trip for the throne.

“What can I help you with, brother?” He asked, politely and respectively, not even letting his eyes glance over to Dean. Not even for a second. They’d already been found out and goading the lion like that was only going to make it worse.

Michael stalked towards him, like a predator. Cas let Michael lift him by the throat and slam him back against the wall. There was now a decent Castiel-sized dent there.

“You can keep your fucking hands to yourself! You can keep them fucking far away from _my_ betrothed, my mate! Do I make myself clear, Castiel?!”

Michael was scary. Like really scary. Castiel was never sure who he would rather face; an angry Michael or an angry Lucifer; and that was saying something! Still, it was Lucifer who was in the cage and Michael who was running heaven; Michael was in charge and Castiel had to follow like the good little solider that father believed him to be.

“Of course, Michael,” Castiel gritted out, more because of the fact that his windpipe was currently being crushed by his eldest brother’s iron hand, but he didn’t dare complain.

Once more he was thrown across the room, and the wall opposite got a matching Castiel-dent. Cas didn’t fight, he just coughed and spat up blood, wiping at his split lip and waiting for Michael to advance on him again.

And he did. Castiel was thrown around like a soft doll, like a toy. He felt his ribs break and his wings take a battering. And even though Castiel wasn’t fighting back, that seemed to enrage Michael even further. Each punch, each hit, each throw got more violent than the last.

That was until Dean’s crying, begging and pleading got so loud that it even made it past Michael’s tight grace.

Michael slammed Castiel into the floor one last time. He captured Castiel’s wing in his harsh grip as he leaned down to hiss into the battered angel’s ear.

“You even _think_ about looking or touching what’s mine again and you’ll have more than a broken wing tip to worry about!”

Castiel cried out in agony, feeling like he was being ripped apart from the inside out when Michael twisted the wing tip in warning.

Dean cried with him, although it was muffled by the grace still trying to silence him. Cas’ heart broke for him, but he was careful not to look up at the other angel in the room.

Michael did not wait for Castiel’s response, he didn’t need one. He stood and stormed over to Dean and let his grace fall away from him.

“Let’s go,” Michael snapped at him.

Cas knew that Dean was in a lot of trouble with Michael as well, because even Michael knew it took two to tango. It hurt him more than anything he had just received to know that Michael was going to hurt Dean, but he took comfort in knowing that it wouldn’t be so bad; Dean was Michael’s everything. And while that usually cut Castiel up in pieces, he was suddenly grateful for it.

“Cas!” Dean wailed, sounding broken and helpless.

Cas spluttered, but didn’t respond to Dean. His grace wanted to call to Dean, he wanted to assure him he was okay. But he wouldn’t dare. He didn’t even look at him. He kept his head down and even purposefully turned away from him.

“Dean, let’s go,” Michael stated again, voice colder.

“NO!” Dean sobbed, voice hoarse from where he’d been trying so hard to break the silence Michael’s grace had forced upon him. “Cas!”

“He’s nothing to you,” Michael promised Dean. And Cas suddenly understood, and so did Dean; Michael had wanted Dean to see what he had done to Cas. He wanted to Dean to see him break his lover. That was Dean’s punishment. “If I have to tell you again, I will make _you_ stab him with your angel blade. _Let’s go_!”

Dean choked on his own tears, but he pushed himself up to his feet.

Cas could hear him crying, could sense his tears and he felt so heartbroken. There was currently nothing that Cas could do without causing more trouble for both himself and the angel he loved with all his heart.

Dean took a deep, long shuddery breath and tried to ignore the silent fat tears still falling down his face. He sent a silent prayer to Cas, not for the first time wishing he could hear him, before turning big, wet eyes on Michael.

“I hate you,” He hissed, with more malice behind it, than Michael had just mustered when threatening Castiel.

“I don’t care. It’s still me you’ll be mating and marrying; _not_ my sorry excuse of a brother,” Michael retaliated, not at all affected with Dean’s admission.

Dean said nothing, instead he spun on his heal and stormed reluctantly from the room, making sure that his wings flew up in Michael’s face as he left.

-X-

At breakfast the next morning, Castiel wasn’t surprised to get a summons to Michael’s office.

What was surprising was the green-eyed, copper-winged angel kneeling sullenly at Michael’s feet.

“Michael,” Castiel nodded, not even glancing over Dean for a second. He swallowed as he waited for Michael to finish reading his papers. He clearly wasn’t in a rush.

Michael said nothing as Castiel entered, just waved him in without so much as a look towards him. Castiel noted that Michael was sat on the posh couch in his office, rather than behind the big, intimidating, desk; and Castiel knew that Michael had done this on purpose. He had made it so that Castiel would miss the angel that was on his knees.

Castiel stayed silent, as Michael was reading through papers and catching up on things he had missed since he’d left for his business trip. He was careful not to let his eyes stray to Dean, even though his grace was calling out for him to check Dean over and make sure he wasn’t hurt.

Michael was taking his time, on purpose. He wanted to see whether he had got through to Castiel last night. It had; Castiel wasn’t going to get himself _or_ Dean into any more trouble if he could help it.

Dean however, started fidgeting. With Castiel waiting there, Dean wanted nothing more than to scent him, apologise and make sure that he was okay after everything he had been put through last night. And while Michael was busy, surely it would hurt to take a quick glance at his angel.

But of course, Michael was testing them both and he knew as soon as Dean raised his head slightly to take a prohibited peek at the youngest archangel.

Michael didn’t even look up from his papers, his reflexes too fast for Dean or even Castiel to comprehend. He had Dean’s hair in his vice-like grip before he could even blink.

Michael hummed, and said nothing for another second as he paused to read another line of his papers. But soon they were discarded on the couch beside him and he bent low to speak with Dean, pulling the poor angel’s head back until he was baring his neck in forced submission.

“What did I tell you?” Michael hissed coldly, voice harsh and unforgiving.

“I’m sorry,” Dean hushed, voice strained. “Mikey, I’m sorry.”

“You only have eyes for one angel, Dean,” Michael informed him seriously, leaving no room for argument. “Remind me who that is.”

“You, Michael,” Dean stumbled. He didn’t dare close his eyes, knowing that Michael would like that even less.

Castiel felt the rage building inside of him but reminded himself of the chat he and Gabriel had had this morning. He couldn’t just slaughter Michael like he wanted to. It wouldn’t bode well, and it would cause problems along the line. They were going to have to work for it, but there was still and always would be hope for him and Dean. He would just have to fall in line and follow instructions like the good little solider… for now.

“Tell me, again,” Michael ordered. He knew he was winding Castiel up, pushing all the right buttons, but Castiel wouldn’t bite; he couldn’t.

“I only have eyes for you Michael.”

Michael hummed and nodded approvingly. But then his face darkened again.

“So, why…” He spat bitterly. “Were you about to lay eyes on the archangel Castiel?”

“I’m sorry Michael,” Dean cried, eyes pooling with tears. “I’m sorry! I only have eyes for you, I swear!”

Dean too knew that one wrong word would mean the death of Castiel, and then Dean wouldn’t be able to live with himself. He just had to do as Michael wanted, play along for now and then escape if he ever got the chance; and he hoped that one day he would.

“That’s right!” Michael praised, although his tone was condescending. He let go of Dean’s hair, pushing at his head, forcing it down. “Eyes down until I tell you otherwise!”

“Yes, Michael,” Dean whispered, and Castiel, who had barely let his eyes wonder could hear Dean breaking. He needed Dean to hold on, to keep his strength, his fire until he could get him out. He just needed to figure out a way to tell him, and to remind Dean that he loved him no matter what.

Michael nodded at the submissive behaviour Dean was currently showing and he then finally turned his attention to the other archangel in the room.

“Castiel,” Michael greeted.

Castiel gave a curt nod and a tight-lipped smile.

“My apologies for my unruly mate,” He didn’t sound sorry in the slightest as he waved in Dean’s direction, taunting him to look. Castiel continued to look directly at Michael and no where else. The angel’s smirk got bigger and wider and Castiel just wanted to punch him.

Castiel also knew that Michael was trying to get a rise out of him by referring to Dean as his own ‘mate’ when it was clear that he was truly Castiel’s. Michael didn’t seem to care about that though and had always made it clear that it was his intention to mate Dean, and the wedding Dean had been all but forced into was being planned for the end of the year by royal wedding planners. Michael however, had yet to mate with Dean, and Castiel knew this was because he was saving it for their wedding night. So, Castiel had to take it on the chin when Michael referred to Dean as his ‘mate’.

Castiel refused to say a word, unsure of what would leave his mouth it he did.

“Anyways, I hope you are well this morning,” Michael changed the subject slightly, but it was still patronizing; still goading. He was referring to last night and the beating he got. Thankfully his grace had healed him quite nicely and only his wing was a little sore where the bone was still threading back together.

“Yes, I am well, thank you,” Castiel lied easily.

“I summoned you here this morning,” Michael began to explain, finally getting to the point there were all here for. He stood up, leaving Dean on his knees. The copper-winged angel didn’t even flinch and he obediently kept his eyes trained on the floor. “Because I have some exciting news for you Castiel.”

Castiel wasn’t expecting that. If anything, he was expecting another beating, or something of that sort.

“News, brother?” Castiel questioned, actually finding himself curious.

Michael started pacing the room, but he still turned to give Castiel a knowing smirk and glint of his eyes. He knew he had Castiel by the tail, knew he had him interested.

“Yes. While I was _away_ on my business trip,” Michael paused and tightened his shoulders. Castiel knew he was remembering and imagining just what his youngest brother had ‘done’ to ‘defile’ his precious ‘mate’. Castiel really hated his older brother. “I was visiting a few leaders. Do you know who I met with Castiel?”

“No, Sir,” Castiel really didn’t. “Please, enlighten me.”

“I met with Lord Alastair.”

The room went cold. Both Castiel and Dean tensed up at the name. Lord Alastair. No one liked to think about him. He was currently in charge of downstairs; he was running hell.

Michael seemed to thrive on the fear that the name striked in the other two angels. He continued casually, almost as if he hadn’t noticed their reactions.

“And did you know, he was open to the idea of setting up a peace treaty. He wanted it in fact!”

Castiel did not like where this was going. Not one teeny-tiny bit. This had trouble written all over it with a big-fat, capital T.

“So, we struck a deal. Heaven and hell will become brothers-in-arms. There will be no fighting between either of us and instead we will fight together. We will be stronger together.”

Castiel wasn’t stupid enough to think that they had just agreed to this peacefully. There had to be a reason why he was being told specifically.

“What’s their price, brother?” He asked seriously, foreboding.

Michael smirked.

“I always knew you had brains in there somewhere Castiel,” Michael spoke almost proudly. “There was a price to pay for this arrangement; for both parties involved.”

“And what would that arrangement be?” Castiel wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to know.

“A marriage and a mate-ship,” Michael stated plainly. He said it as if he was stating the weather outside and not deciding someone’s future.

Castiel was afraid it was that.

“I was going to offer up Gabriel; but I think that this is a fitting punishment. Do not get off your knees.”

The last sentence was snapped far to quickly that it took Castiel a moment to realise what had been said. He furrowed his eyebrows and it took him a moment to realise that Michael had spoken that last part to Dean. For once, Castiel let his eyes wonder over the copper-winged angel and he felt his heart stutter at the sight of his beauty.

Dean scrambled to return to his knees, but not before Castiel caught sight of a black, purpling bruise around Dean’s eye.

He felt rage build inside him, but he forced himself to push that down and save it for another time. He turned his attention back to Michael, who had caught the look. Michael crossed his arms and Castiel apologised by bowing his head.

Michael seemed to accept this, and he continued, ignoring Dean now that the angel was back to his previous position.

“Castiel you will be marrying Lord Alastair’s eldest daughter; Meg. With the marriage and the mate-ship, will finalise the deal between heaven and hell. You should be proud to be brining the war that had waged between heaven and hell to an end, Castiel.”

Castiel bit his tongue and whished for Dean to do the same. He wasn’t oblivious to the copper-winged angel fidgeting behind Michael.

“Of course, Michael,” Castiel said, no emotion to his voice. He kept a poker face as he spoke, not wanting Michael to really know what was going through his mind; although it was probably no secret. Michael wanted to get under his skin and rile him, he would not rise to the bate. He would not rise to the bate. He would keep repeating that to himself until he didn’t even have to think it anymore.

“When is the wedding?” Castiel asked. He would like to know how long he had, so that he could plan something, _anything_ , to get himself and Dean out of all of this.

“You and Meg will wed the same day as myself and my dear Dean.”

 Everyone heard the intake of breath that Dean took, and Castiel himself was shocked at it. He knew that it was Michael’s way of pushing him further; his way of telling Castiel that Dean didn’t belong to him anymore.

He made a silent promise there and then that he would get himself and Dean out of here before that date, no matter what he had to do in the process.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Wow. Michael is a right dick. I hate him more than i intended to hate him.  
> There is a chapter or two more of background story, but I don't intend for it to be boring. There's a lot of stuff happening, and tonnes of emotions to sort through!!

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